Made It - Young Scooter

Zaytoven

Yeah, haha

Work, man my life been crazy, nigga (Jugg)

You a street nigga, I know you know how it feels (Finesse)

I made it through that struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter

This a letter to my mama, to my mama

I never had a fuckin' father (Nah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Yeah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Nah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Yeah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Let's go)

I made it through that struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Yeah)

Woke up broke a thousand times

No days off, stayed on the grind

You convicted of a felon you can’t press rewind

Had to think like 50 Cent: Get Rich or Die Tryin'

This Black Migo shit, my life is on the line

We made it out the struggle, through them hard times

Jugging in that gutter, gutter, under them power lines

I do this shit for my little brother, its like his kids are mine

Got me stressed out 'cause he fucked up, facing all that time

And its crazy 'cause he just had him another child

And I got two myself, and I take care my niggas

I take care my family, know the world understand me

I made it through that struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter

This a letter to my mama, to my mama

I never had a fuckin' father (Nah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Yeah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Nah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Yeah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Let's go)

I made it through that struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Yeah)

I’m thinkin' white hoodie, white shades, white J’s on white snow

White Bugatti and a white Ferrari with white diamonds on white gold

White grill, white Benz, roll around with my white friends

White fur and the right rims, you say my name and you write in

I’m no fan of him, I got the ammo in, you wanna handle him

And who stand with him, I got the Lambo in, I’m in the Mandalin

I got the mask on, I’m Rick Hamilton

Shorty acting like a mannequin, told her quit with the shenanigans

She say she 'gon key my car, I’m still never gonna be your man again

See, murder in the trap is a movie, Young Scooter and Gucci

So many Maybachs out front, niggas think I’m rollin' with Poochie

I ain’t takin' no jewelry off, you gon' cock it, nigga, come shoot me

I ain’t ready for the old murder, then what you 'gon do with the new me?

(Whoo)

I made it through that struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter

This a letter to my mama, to my mama

I never had a fuckin' father (Nah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Yeah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Nah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Yeah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Let's go)

I made it through that struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Yeah)

My daddy could die today and it still won’t mean shit to me

Six years old, I ain’t have shit to eat

My stomach empty, balled up, I can’t get no sleep

Couldn’t wait to go to school, that’s my meal all week

Used to watch from the nose bleeds now I got floor seats

I used to catch rides, now its foreigns, four seats

A 350 Benz, that’s a four for a week

My mama called my phone, talked to my daddy last week

He heard I got a song on the streets called «Colombia»

My daddy smoke Colombia, so daddy, I don’t fuck with' cha

My mama raised a hustler, my mama was a hustler

Gotta thank my mama, had to move her out the gutter

I made it through that struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter

This a letter to my mama, to my mama

I never had a fuckin' father (Nah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Yeah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Nah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Yeah)

Ain’t no more going broke (Let's go)

I made it through that struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Yeah)

Zaytoven

I made it through the struggle, struggle

I grinded out the gutter, gutter

This a letter to my mama

I never had a fuckin' father (Nah)